Lemmings - 02/23/23 02:08 AM
Hi Folks.
Sorry for my sporadic presence, the last few weeks were a bit hectic. I wrote this song in January. There are a couple Ukrainian reporters I am following. They conduct "casual" interviews with Russian prisoners, either captured or surrendered...Their (journalists) endgame is to help with prisoner swaps and inform young Russians of what is really going on and what is waiting for them, coming from their own "comrades". As I mentioned, interviews are taken with full voluntary consent of these pows. There are no "cuts", they just speak their mind....talking. Some of them are professional officers, but most are just disoriented, brainwashed zombies sent to do harm. These journalists have conducted hundreds of interviews and I am confident saved lives... on both sides. I hope after this ridiculous war comes to an end, they will be honored for their tremendous effort. Song, I hope, is self-explanatory. All comments are welcomed. Thank you for giving this time.
Lemmings
Lyrics:
Old country road,
Thousands miles from home
Anonymous tribe of human lemmings
Keep on Coming... keep on coming
They forgot the meaning of the freedom,
shouting name of their king
Bloody Batu Khan has born again - seeding pain.
Was it a dream you saw as a child?
Was it something that was said by a stranger?
Wipers of world that so dark and unkind
Clues of imminent danger.
Long winter nights, yet centuries pass in a blink of an eye
Anonymous tribe of human lemmings
They keep on dying, keep on dying
They forgot the feeling of the freedom,
shouting name of their king
Golden Horde is born again - seeding pain
Was it a dream you saw as a child?
Was it something that was said by a stranger?
Wipers of world that so dark and unkind
Clues of imminent danger.
Sweetbitter lies,
Time is an illusion - nothing lasts forever
Anonymous tribe of human lemmings
They keep on sleeping, keep on sleeping.
They don't know the meaning of freedom-
dreaming of a brand new king.
Book had opened on a random page - breaking cage.
Tech stuff.
BIAB:
1174:Bass, Electric, PopCalypso Ev 100
1155:Organ, B3, Rhythm Reggae Ev16 100
4188:Guitar, Electric, Soloist CountryBalladSlowJohnny Ev16 065
4171:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm FunkLondonSoulRiffsTrem Ev16 120
RealDrums:ReggaeClassic^3-a:Sidestick, Kick, HiHat , b:Sidestick Busy, HiHat
Synths:
Synthmaster, Kontakt
Recorded in Cakewalk.
Sorry for my sporadic presence, the last few weeks were a bit hectic. I wrote this song in January. There are a couple Ukrainian reporters I am following. They conduct "casual" interviews with Russian prisoners, either captured or surrendered...Their (journalists) endgame is to help with prisoner swaps and inform young Russians of what is really going on and what is waiting for them, coming from their own "comrades". As I mentioned, interviews are taken with full voluntary consent of these pows. There are no "cuts", they just speak their mind....talking. Some of them are professional officers, but most are just disoriented, brainwashed zombies sent to do harm. These journalists have conducted hundreds of interviews and I am confident saved lives... on both sides. I hope after this ridiculous war comes to an end, they will be honored for their tremendous effort. Song, I hope, is self-explanatory. All comments are welcomed. Thank you for giving this time.
Lemmings
Lyrics:
Old country road,
Thousands miles from home
Anonymous tribe of human lemmings
Keep on Coming... keep on coming
They forgot the meaning of the freedom,
shouting name of their king
Bloody Batu Khan has born again - seeding pain.
Was it a dream you saw as a child?
Was it something that was said by a stranger?
Wipers of world that so dark and unkind
Clues of imminent danger.
Long winter nights, yet centuries pass in a blink of an eye
Anonymous tribe of human lemmings
They keep on dying, keep on dying
They forgot the feeling of the freedom,
shouting name of their king
Golden Horde is born again - seeding pain
Was it a dream you saw as a child?
Was it something that was said by a stranger?
Wipers of world that so dark and unkind
Clues of imminent danger.
Sweetbitter lies,
Time is an illusion - nothing lasts forever
Anonymous tribe of human lemmings
They keep on sleeping, keep on sleeping.
They don't know the meaning of freedom-
dreaming of a brand new king.
Book had opened on a random page - breaking cage.
Tech stuff.
BIAB:
1174:Bass, Electric, PopCalypso Ev 100
1155:Organ, B3, Rhythm Reggae Ev16 100
4188:Guitar, Electric, Soloist CountryBalladSlowJohnny Ev16 065
4171:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm FunkLondonSoulRiffsTrem Ev16 120
RealDrums:ReggaeClassic^3-a:Sidestick, Kick, HiHat , b:Sidestick Busy, HiHat
Synths:
Synthmaster, Kontakt
Recorded in Cakewalk.